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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The Recycler

Had lunch with a woman over the weekend at one of those places where you're responsible for clearing your own tray. Not exactly Le cirque, I know, but it was a first date... and a ho-hum one at that. Nothing I'd ordinarily even write about. She's an okay looking accountant who doesn't seem to have many interests other than bad reality TV and hanging out with her friends. Or so I thought. I didn't learn of her intense passion for protecting the environment until it was time to clear the trays off the table.

Once I heard the words "That show, 'My Dad Is Better Than Your Dad' is so cool," I knew the conversation had run its course, and it was time to clear those trays. As a gentleman, I grabbed her tray too, and threw out the remains of her goat cheese, tofu salad (or whatever it was), as well as what was left of my bagel. This place is very greedy with the shmear, and I can't eat the bagel if there's no cream cheese left on it. Anyway, I cleared both of our trays, and she said, "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?," I asked, confused.

"You just threw two bottles of water in the regular garbage. That belongs in the recycling can," she barked.

"Oh shit," I said. "I wasn't even paying attention. My bad."

"Put them into the recycling can," she ordered. What before appeared to be the faintest hint of facial hair on her upper lip, now looked like a Hitler moustache.

"I'm not sticking my hands in the garbage to fish out two plastic bottles," I explained, as more people began to throw the remains of their meals, and their other wretched refuse atop the bottles in question.

"That's so fuckin' irresponsible," she scoffed.

I tried to reason with her."The store has to separate the garbage anyway so...."

"They're not gonna separate the damn garbage. If you don't do it, nobody will!"

"Well, I guess nobody will because there is no way I'm muddling through all that filth to get those bottles. If it's that important to you, why don't you stick your hands in that bacteria trap and pull them out yourself?"

"I'm not the one who threw them in there," she protested.

"I'm not the one who wants them out," I protested back.

"What an asshole!," she said.

"Bye," I said, and I walked out.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Woah! Way to make a guy walk out on you! Some people get so thingy about recycling -like it's their personal mission to save the world. It's important for sure... but minding your manners should have equal value!

Anonymous said...

I don't see why she'd have a problem rummaging through garbage. She sounds like an absolute pig.

Anonymous said...

Chick needs to recycle that attitude...or at least throw it the fuck out.

Anonymous said...

And she had a mustache. She sounds hot.

Caitlin said...

It's people like this -- bitchy recyclers, along with eco-terrorists -- who give environmentalism a bad name! Bah.

Anonymous said...

You should've asked for a glove, reached in and grabbed it, rubbed it on her face, and said, "There's you're bootle, asshole!"

Anonymous said...

Clearly, this woman was looking for an excuse to pick a fight.

As far as digging through garbage is concerned, that can be pretty dangerous. You can cut yourself on broken glass, encounter a needle with G-d knows what, etc. I wonder if anyone has actually dug through garbage for this woman.

Anonymous said...

Why do all of your dates seems to want to pick a fight with you and use horrible language? Is there a common thread... you.

Marc said...

Anon- I feel like a wanna pick a fight with you and use horrible language...but I won't. You're observation is extremely astute. I'm a horrible, horrible man!

La Reine said...

I wonder if you'll even read this.

Here's aimlessly wishing you hadn't disabled comments on your blog....*sigh*